"Ahhh."
Zhao Luo rushed at the level 12 puppet whose name had the extra word "Wood".
"Creak"
From the other side, the puppet was also moving towards Zhao Luo but its speed was twice as less than Zhao Luo's
"Clang"
*Spark*
When Zhao Luo's sword came in contact with the puppet's sword, the collision was so great that sparks started flying around their swords.
'What?'
Zhao Luo was baffled for some reason.
The previous puppets that he faced wouldn't even be able to match his single swing.
Even though Zhao Luo was using only half of his strength, this situation was indeed a new experience for him.
Zhao Luo looked at the puppet as the puppet with his sword and Zhao Luo with his sword, Ifrit was still in a battle of persistence.
*Spark*
Zhao Luo used a little more force to push the puppet away but the puppet was still unscathed.
